Locals ask me, “Why did you move heeere?” with a questioning sneer. It’s simple really: small town living, even with its different political/religious views, over-abundance of Bud Light, lack of “things to do”, is more palatable at this point in my life than ever before.
I love my little trailer. Sure, it’s a mess, but it’s our mess to change, clean up and fix up.
I love that I can drive to work in 10 minutes or less. I actually love that my in-laws are 20 minutes away, more because it makes my wife very happy to be close to her mom.
Most of all I love that it is quiet. Before I moved we heard gunshots daily, sirens all the time, noisy neighbors, bratty neighborhood kids screaming at all hours, general noise. I’m sitting on my porch and all I really hear is the wind in the trees and the occasional traffic on the highway.
Did I mention trails? Yeah, that too, literally right around the corner.
Some nice double-track in the pines.
Nice vistas.
Where the pavement ends.
And hills.
Yeah, I’m a happy camper right now. Hopefully in 6 months I’ll still be signing this tune!
Lost on the Floor 